Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.